Shen Jiuliu was a little aggrieved in his heart, Xiaoxian was obviously seriously injured, why did he hide it from him.
Seeing her unstable figure sitting alone in front of the tombstone, Shen Jiulu suddenly wanted to step forward and hug the frail figure.
Then he saw the man's expression gently and patiently comforting the deceased, listening to the heart-piercing words, listening to the man not mentioning herself in a single sentence, and every sentence he stayed for a long time, it seemed that the man All the sorrows and troubles belong to him.
Until the person mentioned the curse, until the person mentioned the blood of the Sword Emperor.
It was only then that Shen Jiulu realized why he had been suffering from heart-wrenching pain.
Because he has the blood of the sword emperor in his body, and their Yu clan has guarded the blood of the sword emperor for generations.
Rong Xian took away the blood of the Sword Emperor and suffered the pain of the curse for him.
Shen Jiuliu couldn't control his emotions, but he didn't go over, he knew that Xiaoxian definitely didn't want him to see it now, so he could only accompany him here silently.
Immediately, there was a long silence.
The sky was already getting dark, and the man's hoarse voice from coughing gently floated out: "Sword Emperor blood is a burden to Yu Xiu, so I decided to take it without authorization. But the patriarch, I didn't know he would He won't blame me, will he think that I am arbitrary, that I selfishly want to get this legendary thing."
Well, she just wanted this thing very much, and she tried her best to get it.
The handkerchief covered the corners of his mouth, and the dark red blood soaked the handkerchief, and it fell to the ground tickly along the gap between his fingers.
"Look at the patriarch, everyone wants the blood of the Sword Emperor. Maybe after a long stay, they think I want it too. Maybe I will be a bad person in his heart." Rong Xian's palm ignited a cluster of flames and directly The handkerchief was burnt to ashes.
After a pause, she admitted her own heart very carelessly: "Of course I do want it."
However, it was rare for Rong Xian to tell the truth once, but Shen Jiulu didn't believe it.
Shen Jiuliu closed his eyes, he wanted to say that I know you are not that kind of person, I know you are for my own good, you have always been the kindest in my heart, but he swallowed the words again.
Rong Xian didn't need his answer, just like she never wanted to let him know about her efforts, she just did things according to her own mind, never expecting anything to gain, and didn't care about what she might lose.
She is soft and gentle, but also stubborn.
In the darkness, Ye Feng sent the gentleman with a rare gloating: "I was poisoned by the sunshade, and the Sword Emperor's blood was forced to be contaminated with this in my body. There is no way to restrain the sunshade, those people will not dare to use it even if they have obtained the blood of the Sword Emperor."
Shen Jiulu suddenly widened his eyes, shading from the sun, it was really shading, he guessed right.
He held the sword tightly, and his eyes were full of suffocation. It seemed that if Qing Bo was in front of him at this time, he would stab someone in the opposite direction mercilessly.
How could Qingbo dare to do this, how could he do it, that's shading.
If a warm person like Xiaoxian lived in darkness for the rest of her life, what a blow and torture would it be to her.
When the tenderness and pure whiteness are gone, what is there to be nostalgic about in this world
Shen Jiuliu's heart was full of sourness, he just felt that the world was so unfair to this person, why would such a beautiful person have to endure so much.
But it was this injustice that created Rong Xian's warmth and tenderness, making her even more extraordinary and kind.
After coughing twice, Rong Xian murmured softly: "It was a waste of their calculations, and in the end it was nothing. You couldn't hide it, it shouldn't be your snatch. It's useless. Fixed number."
Shen Jiulu looked up at the sky covered by the mist, and couldn't help begging to the sky with hope. Let her live happily and well, even with his life in exchange.
He was overwhelmed, he didn't know what to do to make Xiaoxian feel better.
Maybe it's not that he doesn't know, but the person doesn't need it.
The world is divided into good and evil. She has experienced too much evil, but she is still stubbornly walking on the road of good. She does not need to be understood or repaid. She just does what she thinks is right, just like leaving Xuanhua Mountain. Eight years of medicine, toil and rush, not seeking fame, fortune and wealth.
Shen Jiuliu was moved to tears by his own brain supplement. He only felt that there is a person like Rong Xian in this world to be complete, and then silently vowed to protect Rong Xian in the future and not let him be hurt in the slightest.
In front of the tombstone, Rong Xian sat upright with a satisfied expression, her eyes seemed to swept over the place where Shen Jiuliu was staying not far away, and she secretly said in her heart: She has said everything that should be said, and presumably Shen Jiuliu will never do it again in the future. Ask her extra questions.
She made Shen Jiulu's method so obvious that even a pig should know that there is a secret, and it's no wonder that Shen Jiulu turned back.
As for this explanation, Rong Xian lowered her eyes and smiled. Human beings have a very bad habit. They are habitually suspicious of everything others say, and they are convinced of what they have heard with their own ears.
Well, this sentence should also work for Shen Jiulu, at least the effect should be much better than their face-to-face explanation.
Although she was not afraid of revealing anything, if Shen Jiulu noticed something abnormal and attracted Shen Xi to take action, it would be a little troublesome.
Rong Xian stood up and lightly brushed the dirt on the hem of her skirt, her tone soft but firm: "Patriarch, I won't let anyone disturb you."
She turned and walked towards the outside, her pace unhurried, graceful and calm, as if no matter how big things happened, she could not lose her composure.
Shen Jiulu hurriedly hid himself in a shadow that was not easily noticed by others. Since Xiaoxian didn't want him to know this, he didn't know it, and he always didn't want to see Xiaoxian embarrassed.
Xiaoxian can do so much for him in the dark, and he can also silently guard Xiaoxian and solve all her troubles for her.
After feeling Rong Xian walking by his side, Shen Jiulu walked out of the dark with light steps.
He looked deeply at Rong Xian's back, his eyes were tender and tender, until the slender figure disappeared in the mist, he turned and flew in the other direction.
The moment Shen Jiulu left, Rong Xian's footsteps paused slightly, and when she flipped her hand, a huge luminous pearl appeared in her hand.
The corners of her mouth twitched, holding the night pearl to illuminate the road under her feet and continued walking forward.
After all, the identity of 'Doctor Rong' is not a mortal person. How can he see things in the dark night full of mist? If he accidentally trips on something under his feet, he may be injured.
Rong Xian bypassed several monks whose Chinese medicine fell to the ground, and she came to the small courtyard where she lived.
When her footsteps stopped outside the courtyard, her aura was like an abyss, but when she entered the courtyard, her demeanor became warm and genial.
Rong Xian: I am addicted to acting and cannot extricate myself (～￣▽￣)～
(End of this chapter)